"Our Paths"

Minds broken down and hands are on the ground

Screamed at my demons for reasons unfound.

But there was no sound just their laughter all around

of those demons mocking as I finally sunk down.

I go into a dream, where nothing is clean

it's a place where no one wants to be seen

but people are deceived, nothing's what it seems

their only following lifes desirable needs

Now I'm coming through, grasping at clues

every now and then it helps to play and sing the blues

but a screw is still loose, and I still cant refuse

and I fall down again tightening up my noose

on a fateful day, I found a path walked the way

not knowing the direction, nor the land ahead that layed

only knowing this path I should stay, come snow, hail, or rain

I need to walk this mysterious path just to stay sane

it's years later now, I'm not quite sure how

a life built so fast, and just as quick can be torn down

I was never proud, cause when I think about

it's a miracle that took me down that northern path, that didn't lead south

a miracle saved my life, built it up more than twice

now it's in my hand and I have to keep it right

pray for it every night, the strength to hold on tight

and never let this miracle get the chance to leave my sight.